John and Jill (need a guy)

[pj38]

Sometimes they were like ferrets, chasing each other around the house. She would throw food at him. He had a spray bottle full of water near his place at the dinner table. And the tickling, the tickling. They'd carry on their playful joust until one was exhausted. Then the loser would submit unconditionally, and the winner took full advantage.

Jill thought Jack had the upper hand. He was stronger and more ambitious. But he was hopelessly ticklish, and if she caught him his defeat was agonizing to see. No matter who won, their love for each other was relentless, exciting, exhausting.

John was cooking dinner, stir fry, and Jill was chopping carrots. Spears or discs? He liked spears, so she began chopping discs. One rolled off the counter and onto the floor, then toward his feet. She leaned over to get it, but he got to it first. Was the game on?

 

[CheckingWinger]

I love the perpetual battle that goes on under our roof, almost as much as I love Jill. She's my absolute Alpha and Omega, my everything my lover and my best friend.

Right now she is my adversary. I am always on hyper vigilance when we're home together.

I see her bending down to fetch a stray carrot ( I hate when she chops disks) and in an instant I know, IT"S ON..

I grasp her by the base of her neck ..in the back, so she can't stand up straight. Off balance and with the leverage advantage I've easilly got the upper hand. Being bigger and stronger than her didn't hurt either.

I laugh ...."Well well well little Jilly.. what have we here?"

with that, I feather my calloused hands across your sensative little waist, just under the hem of your small top::

 

[pj38]

"Wait, wait, wait! The knives." She wanted to be sure they wouldn't hurt each other.

Still bending over, his hand on her neck, she slammed him into the counter, startling him. Then she darted away, grabbing a handful of carrots, throwing them at him as she headed for the living room.

After the volley of carrots, he nearly caught her. "Ayyyyyy!!!" Only a quick dodge assured her escape. In the living room she turned towards him and they stood, facing each other, poised for the physical battle, in a staredown.

Either of them could call a truce, and they'd negotiate the shape of the carrots and return peacefully to dinner. Or one could move in for the attack.

She watched him, his eyes of course, but she'd learned his hands gave away his intentions quicker.

 

[CheckingWinger]

I smile broadly as I circle you tentatively like a snake-set-to-strike. My muscles poised and my feet firmly planted in exactly the way my college wrestling coach would have demanded.

On my forehead a red welt began to form in the shape of one very hard carrot disk ( I hate those disks, when spears or even juliennes’ are so much more appropriate for stir fry.

I can't believe I'd let her slip through my grasp, or I'd have her helplessly pinned down right now, moments from surrender........BITCH.. .I thought, in the most loving way possible

If she submits now, I will forgo the pleasure of overpowering her and tickling her until her sexual adrenaline boils like the pasta I still have on the stove? (did I turn that burner off??) BUT, she must submit like a lady and acquiesce to a moderate list of demands

Looking at her with mirth in my face I ask, "Do you really want to put yourself through this, when you can surrender now and work out an amicable treaty"?

 

[pj38]

She stared without flinching as she listened to his desperate, pathetic threats.

"Game on, you worthless punk," she sneered. He knew she wouldn't give in to his idle threats.

She took of the situation. She had on shorts and a t-shirt and barefeet -- good for mobility but he'd rip them off of her in a heartbeat. He had on dress slacks and flip-flops. Poor guy, she thought, he'd be protecting those trousers.

Hmmm...she thought. Every so briefly, her eyes glanced visibly down at his feet. She saw his mouth move: he'd noticed. She tensed, waiting, waiting. Sure enough, he lifted a foot slightly to try to slip off a shoe. When his weight was unbalanced, she lunged at him. She knew the csrpet behind him was clear. His hands went for her torso, but she has frozen him and gotten her weight into him dead center. He went sprawling back onto the carpet. Now it was a scrum, that she would be lucky to survive.

 

[CheckingWinger]

Damm this succulent little petite morsel of mine is quick, I thought as she managed to knock me off balance and send me to the carpet. I really have to admire her toughness too.

After all it's not every girl who was willing to throw her entire body, with reckess abandon into a man's gut, for a full-out tackle.

It was all I could do to grasp her around the waist and take her for a ride with me, as I tumbled around.

In spite of my express desire to kick her ever-living ass half the time; some misplaced chivilary always seems to distract me (not wanting to go too full out on a girl) and take me off my guard.

She's so opportunistic too, she never fails to notice a brief haitius in focus or a twitch or an itch. She's relentless!

Now, having been knocked on my ass, I growl in frustration. A primal call for vengence. My hands lock one another like a welded joint as muscles grow taut around you.

I pull your little body close to my chest and I make SURE to pin your arms to your side so you can't tickle me. I know, if I can get to those little pink toes of yours, I will own you.

I nudge the nape of your neck with my chin and press a kiss to your temple before blowing a soft gust into your earlobe.

Rolling to top you I smile thinkin.. "She's mine now"

 

[pj38]

"Shit!" she growled, cursing herself. Jill had let him get both her arms, which sometimes meant the end was near. Her mind raced as she struggled against his hand lock. What was his next move? She felt his hips tense, then he rolled to one side, then the other. Briefly a smirk came over his face.

Silly boy, she thought. His will was weak today. He's not concentrating, so he can be taken. And if not, she'd struggle until she was exhausted, or until he took her by brutal force. The only rule was no injuries. She loved that. She loved his rage when he defeated her, she loved his misery when he lost. This was John, her love, the love of her life.

Jill remembered the rule she'd made for herself: if he locked her hands with his, then he was as much a prisoner as she was. As he rolled her she drew up trailing leg and dug it into the carpet, pressing with all her force. Her quad, her hips, her knee strained with unprecedented force. Her chest was trapped tightly below his, pinned by his weight. But slowly she got her hips loose, ever so slightly, so now they were twisted. She was not free, but there was hope.

He had her hands behind her back, under the weight of both of them. She let them relax in submission as she strained with her leg. Then, when she felt there was a window of freedom for her hips, she suddenly began struggling with her hands, not to get free but to distract him. He clamped down tightly with his hands and forced more weight onto his chest. An inch was all she needed, and her hips squeezed out from under his. Quickly she drew up her other leg, so that only her upper torso was pinned. She pressed and bucked with both her legs, and his only response was to tighten his grip on her hands.

God, this was exhilarating! How he would ravage her if he won. But she wasn't even close to letting that happen.

 

[CheckingWinger]

I'll say one thing for her, she's tenatious! Even pinned under a man who is close to a hundred pounds her superior, she fidgets and fights.

Even in the throes of a lung-crushing bearhug, she fights.

With no arms, she fights.

Experiene has taught me not to underestimate this dimunitive little thing. Quickly I MUST incapacitate her and eliminate the threat of her turning a counter on me.

I loathe the day I showed her Jui Jutisu. She's every bit as crafty as I am and quicker, I must rely now on pure, unadulterated power and strenght to defeat her.

I have one other advantage, I'm ultra skilled with ropes and restraints. Years of working with ropes, rappelling, wrangling and boating have made me something of an expert. I can hogtie just about any living creature in moments, usually before they're aware they're being bound.

But what to use on her? once I get her bound and helpless, I'll attack her toes, tickling her until she gasps for breath and weakens in her fight; which is when I'll drive my tongue in palces heretofore unmentioned. I'll make her squirm in sensual bliss until she is exhausted; And then I'll really move in for the "kill"

BUT,,,,, I have nothing to use within reach...

Then it hits me,

I will use her own clothes against her.

That Tshirt she's wearing will restrain her arms just perfectly....

I move to wrench her arms so that I can hold both of her's with a single "wrestler's armlock"

She's fidgeting, which means this must be done carefully, but I am nothing if not careful. Her movements pique my guard.

I start to work that little tee shirt of hers across her belly........

 

[pj38]

God he's so fucking predictable, Jill thought. But her situation is dire: with a free hand he could tickle her, pin her legs, rip off her clothes, or most anything he wanted.
There was only one small hope and very little time.

Jill relaxed her arms into his one-handed grip. She began bucking her hips furiously, pushing up with her legs with all her strength. Anything he did with his free hand she could endure for a while, and without any effect on her free hips. Her body began to ache from exhaustion, but she knew she still had much more fight left.

Then his hand moved to her t-shirt. This wouldn't be a sexual attack, but what could it be.....? Ah, her arms, yes, that was it. He wanted to constrain her arms to free both of his. Very clever, she thought. She continued her wild hip movements, pretending not to notice his hand. There would be very little time.